mosh pit

saturday, october 1, 2000

These days life in the Kitten Room is one long Salmon-Snack-induced rave in a mosh pit.

The kittens spend hours careening into each other at high speeds, spinning through the air with arms and legs spread like furry Frisbees, hurling one another against the walls, smacking into each others' chests with heart-stopping wallops.

From the dining room during our quiet suppers, we hear rib cages bouncing off the walls, pelvises cracking against the floor, skulls bouncing off baseboards. . .